30 Poems for National Poetry Month: Day 10
April 10, 2013
I awake at 4:30 AM
To the sound of a bird
I can’t identify by song.
He teases me from inside
The magnolia just off our deck.
In the predawn light,
I can’t spot him among the buds.
I think of Issa:
“Singing since morning
Skylark, your throat
Is parched.”
Climbing back into bed,
I see you sleeping.
So beautiful in the early light.
My happiness is anything
But average.
–Scott Edward Anderson

April 10, 2013 at 11:20 am
Hearing the sound of birds is a major reason I love going to Orlando in the winter. Now, at home, I , too, notice their calling. Xoxo
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April 10, 2013 at 10:28 pm
To clarify the last two lines: This is a reference to Issa’s poem
.目出度さもちう位也おらが春
medetasa mo chû kurai nari oraga haru
my “Happy New Year!”
about average
my spring
For more, go to:
http://haikuguy.com/issa/haiku.php?code=029.16a
April 11, 2013 at 8:15 am
Lovely…thank you..xod
April 11, 2013 at 10:41 am
Thank you, Diane. XO